Necromancer's Mystical Conjuration

Red haze embraces the crimson
Mountains as I wander through
For I seek the archaic sageness to be
Bestowed by the reverential dead
The tree of his life shall be flourished
From the turbulent tomb
He, who knoweth the forbidden cognition
Shall giveth me the gift of this
Wisdom's... Fire

I'm a godless impostor of the black curse
In need of omniscient dominion
I manipulate the dead
In the name of Satan

The phantasmal vision is rising
And guides me to the charred gates
I enter the cemetery
Crossing the metechmion of death and life

Surge! Existe!
Prode! Illustra!

I summon thee... Rise!
Upon me... Shed light!

Thake me to the arcanum lunar side
Soul is bound to the sacrosanct deceased
Experiencing this pneumatic synergy
Granted me the charisma of the second sight

Bequeathing thy philosophy
Lucid apparitions appear from inwards
Esoteric self communes with echoed chants
The blood current burns in my variant veins

The might defies
The weakling dies
See through my eyes
Kneel for the inner cries